Butterflies and Keys

What kinds of transformations and openings are in front of me?
Such richness on a bed of fertile green,
Such wonders brought to life from dreams!
In my head are butterflies, and in my hand a key.

I like Jenna’s poem just because she’s an amazing writer. But I also wanted to show you a different poem written from the same photo I used as a prompt, which appeared a few days ago, entitled “Unlocked.” She and I both wrote about the writing process, but from two different perspectives.